A bed time, horror tale.

IHM and I,  ended up expanding my 55 fiction, murder, into a full fledged bed time horror story. The beauty of it is that every part of it is a 55worder in itself and it completes the story!!

He didn’t remember a day when he wasn’t afraid of death. His mom was suicidal.

Every living moment, her imminent death haunted his life.

One day he realized,he wasn’t looking out for her life anymore but was waiting for the inevitable. Her death.

He decided to not to wait any longer.

Now he has no peace, because he knows she wants to repay his kindness… she comes every night through the broken panes of the kitchen window.

She floats in the house, mourning her death.

She is waiting for the day he will sleep without his blue lamp on. She can wait…

For a powercut.

And then comes the day, rather night, for which, she pined for long.

Sultry summer night, with no breeze and a power cut. She knew then it was her only chance. For he had a generator. And the generator was off today per chance.

She swept through the room to return the favor.

She killed him too.

The blue lamp swung helplessly.

The morning broke into the house through the kitchen window.

The broken pane beckoned birds and thieves. The milk man noticed milk packets by the door. He pressed the doorbell button.

Then he noticed bloodied bit of today’s Newspaper sticking out from under the door. His picture on front page.

He tried to open the door. Locked. Tremulously, the milkman called his name. An eerie silence.

He then called the police. They found him dead. Blue.

How? When? By whom? No one ever came to know.

An unsolved mysterious case. A bedtime story for years to come.

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The italicized part is by IHM. I think this story concludes here. What do you guys think?

OG contributed and the story moves further!!

The police did not know what to do, but the lead investigator felt a presence inside the room.
The eerie feeling did not leave him, the more he thought about the case; the more uncomfortable he felt. That feeling soon turned into a tsunami of emotions which refused to leave him.

His fellow colleagues soon noticed the subtle changes in him, but before they could do anything, he committed suicide by slitting his wrists.
No one refused to take the case up as they all feared the case; feared the unknown!!!!

 

Do you have it in you to add more? 

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21 thoughts on “A bed time, horror tale.

  1. I am yet to read the post. Its close to half past ten now and you tell me its a horror story. Ghosts somewhere? If so, I shall read the post tomorrow morn:P I am scared:P

    And chain posts is a neat concept. I ve made up a lot of stories myself on and off the class with a dear friend;P Gives some fodder to your creativity 🙂

  2. it was scary really scary …a job well done…and I am just glad I read it at 5 in the evening and not at night…you and IHM have done a splendid job!
    I am not giving any smileys after that horror story… 😛

  3. The police did not know what to do, but the lead investigator felt a presence inside the room.
    The eerie feeling did not leave him, the more he thought about the case; the more uncomfortable he felt. That feeling soon turned into a tsunami of emotions which refused to leave him.

    His fellow colleagues soon noticed the subtle changes in him, but before they could do anything, he committed suicide by slitting his wrists.
    No one refused to take the case up as they all feared the case; feared the unknown!!!!

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